Oh, mama liked the roses she grew them in the yardBut Winter always came around and made the growing way too hardOh, mama liked the roses and when she had the timeShe'd decorate the living room, for all us kids to see

When I hear the Sunday bells ringing in the morningI remember crying when she used to singOh, mama liked the roses but most of all she caredAbout the way we learned to liveAnd if we said our prayers

You know I kept the family bibleWith a rose that she saved insideIt was pressed between the pagesLike it had found a place to hide

Oh, mama liked the roses in such a special wayWe bring them every Mother's DayAnd put them on her graveOh, mama liked the roses MmmmMama liked the roses